Just the works without the rambling... a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot.

12/30/2004

Libatious Ignatius

From behind the taps, he conducts his court,over the bar, podium, he caws his social report.Deposing from the creaking perch of a rusted stool,by threat of 30 lashes of the tongue, he rules.Daily, he takes his image out for a strut,flaunting his ego to conceal the rut.Effusive curmudgeon, razing humanity to the groundin hopes to slow the fall of a self-view unsound.